Willow Tree Poems - Poems about Willow Tree

Every rotation on your turn-table eye, Or every buzz that the radio hums: "Ah, I see, music sings through you. So no, I know, I won't be okay." The green of the frail willow tree I spy, Or every flash of a sunbeam on the stroll: "Ah, I see, colours shine through you. So no, I know, I won't be okay." Every frequent meal in...

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On a hill far, far, away there lives a dead willow tree. And if you visit there’ll be a girl, with long inky hair as deep as the darkest sky. She wears long rags that are elegant and dances in the sowllow wind. She comes every day with a beautiful dismay of light, then leaves when the sky...

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I used to imagine stepping off the shingles of my childhood home Thought it might be poetic To end it Where it started While perched there Peaking over Waiting for the wind to catch me right I caught a glimpse of my old willow tree My dad had planted it for me I watched it grow So slow Still small now Has...

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Sitting under this Weeping Willow tree, I think of yesterdays gone by. The special times I spent with my Mom and Dad, I reminisce and cry. They're no longer here, God took them to a better place, away from me. Mom said," If I ever leave, look for me in the clouds my son, that's where I'll always be." Now I...

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When I want to know how the Earth is feeling… I don’t ask the mountains, the rivers or the sea… I walk down by the lake and visit this old willow tree. Legend says (and who am I to dispute this ancient, long-held belief… that all the emotions the Earth is feeling…find their way into the willow leaf. That the...

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Weeping Willow tree, no sun can shine through. Nothing can grow beneath you. Because of your rapacious roots, nothing can grow around you. Your grievousness is your companion. You stand strong against strong winds, yet, you weep because no fowl will perch in your pertinacious thickness....

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my mind is fogged up, my brain cannot process the movement of body, my muscles are useless. i feel like im drunk - it's just probably stress.. my vision is worse, my mind is a mess.. im trying to get my feet on the ground, but i fail every time when i try to reach down. the morning is shred by...

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I don't know whether she's still there. And nor do I really know why I even care. For so many years she never crossed my mind. But Daddy always taught me not to be the forgetting kind. It would be nice to see her being gently touched by the wind as she weeps painlessly. An old weeping willow tree arrested my...

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I seat beneath the Willow Tree and wonder what tomorrow will be My hands and feet feel so free I close my eyes and dream of what tomorrow will bring I wonder about land and how it all began Before the man ran and got his van they set their plans for a better tomorrow. I look up...

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Weep willow weep your weary winter woe At the sight of your icy, new trousseau, Above the frosted brook, a mirror faux Her reflection was horribly so-so, With rigid branches laced in flakey snow White, a favorite color, not hers though, Clear crystals clung, dressing her to and fro All stitched on by a hand who did not sew, Frozen stiff,...

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Summer willow tree Tree tears dropping on the soil Birds quenching their thirst...

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I sat down underneath a willow tree far from the crowds in a secluded place. Soon all my worldly cares began to flee. God’s beauty all around me I could see. While supple limbs moved in the breeze with grace, I sat down underneath a willow tree. Wildflowers swayed beneath a buzzing bee and dancing shadows seemed to interlace. Soon all my worldly...

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Sitting under the willow tree on a hot and gray day just passing the evening away delicate sounds of thunder rumble far far away watching the winds run and play the grass softly turns as waves in a Jade run while rolling hill’s laze a little white house in the middle of the planes small distant beyond all...

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Taking vigil atop a hill, Crying its bright green leaves into the wind, They cascade down and writhe in the sky, Grasping at the air like hands reaching out, The bench taking refuge beneath it seating romantics and bookworms, Birds perch in its loving arms, Singing their songs and nestling their babies in the safety of its branches, This tree is the...

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Beneath that old willow tree let me lie, Many life secrets it is securely keeping Of years long before I thought to die The old willow tree was often weeping. When as a young child, I lay sad beneath, When my true love lay cradled sleeping, When I came home much, much too high, Or feared the worst, oh, I am creeping Beneath...

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